LOGINLUCIENIt wasn't that I was being pessimistic. I was simply acknowledging the reality of our situation.Ever since our marriage began, I had always been the one taking the initiative while Helene responded in her own quiet way. We'd only just begun making genuine progress, and now she was about to leave the country. It wasn't unreasonable to worry that the momentum we'd worked so hard to build might gradually fade with the distance between us.Suppressing the restlessness quietly stirring inside me, I asked as evenly as I could,"Where are you going?""Country H," she replied."Aunt Eleanor mentioned there's a charming little town there. I want to see it for myself and decide whether it'd be suitable for the magazine's next feature."At least she hadn't brushed the question aside.The thought offered me a small measure of comfort. The fact that she was willing to explain her plans instead of giving me a vague answer was proof that, at the very least, I'd become someone she wanted to k
HELENETwo hours later, my grandparents were visibly growing tired.Noticing the occasional yawn Grandpa tried to suppress and the way Grandma had begun rubbing her eyes absentmindedly, Lucien, perceptive as ever, politely announced that he'd be taking his leave. After seeing my grandparents back to their room, I walked him outside.Side by side, we made our way toward the car parked just beyond the low white fence.For a while, neither of us spoke.Yet the silence between us felt neither awkward nor forced.If anything, it had gradually become something both familiar and comfortable.By the time we reached the gate, Clark had already stepped out of the driver's seat and was waiting a respectful distance away.I stopped walking and turned to Lucien."Thank you," I said softly. "For today."He looked at me without speaking.Over the past few days, I'd done everything I could to reassure my grandparents that I was happy after getting married.They always smiled and said they believed m
HELENEI'd been convinced this dreaded meeting was destined to end in disaster.From the moment Lucien appeared at the doorstep, I'd been mentally preparing myself to step in the instant the conversation took a turn for the worse.Yet...It turned out I'd been worrying for nothing.Seated quietly to one side, I watched in stunned silence as Lucien won Grandpa over within the span of a single conversation. Even Grandma, who had initially regarded him with undisguised reservation, had gradually softened, if only a little.No wonder he was Old Master Blackthorne's chosen successor.With abilities like his and the emotional intelligence to match, I probably wouldn't have looked twice at anyone else either if I were in his grandfather's shoes.Just then, Grandpa called my name."Helene.""Huh?"Still distracted by everything I'd just witnessed, I reacted a beat slower than usual.That earned amused, indulgent smiles from both my grandparents, while the corners of Lucien's lips lifted almos
LUCIENIn response to my apology, Helene's grandfather smiled warmly.Though age had painted his hair almost entirely silver and etched deep lines around his eyes, his posture remained straight, and his gaze retained a quiet, restrained sharpness."Not at all. We've been looking forward to meeting you as well."Unlike his wife, who regarded me with quiet reserve, he made no attempt to hide his curiosity as he studied me openly.Without realizing it, I found myself sitting a little straighter."I should have made time to visit sooner," I said. "That was an oversight on my part, and I apologize for it."The moment I decided to come here, I had already accepted that this meeting wouldn't be easy. Making excuses or trying to skirt around the obvious would only leave a poorer impression, so honesty seemed the only sensible approach.As expected, the older gentleman's expression softened."Helene told us you've been very busy lately. The fact that you still found time to come today is thoug
LUCIENThree days slipped by before I knew it.Ever since deciding to stop passively waiting for our relationship to progress on its own, I had begun making a conscious effort to change the way Helene and I interacted.Every morning before leaving for work, I'd send her a message, and every evening, I'd let her know when I got home.Whenever something mildly amusing happened during the day, I'd find myself telling her about it, even if it was nothing more than Adrian wearing a thoroughly resentful expression whenever I insisted on leaving the office on time.To my quiet delight, the effort hadn't been in vain.Helene gradually began replying more often.Sometimes she'd tell me what she had spent the day doing. Other times, she'd send me shots of her garden or the latest smoothie she'd made, asking which one looked more appealing or what I thought she should try making next.Our conversations remained simple, yet each one lasted a little longer than the last.It wasn't a dramatic chang
HELENEAfter hanging up the call, I remained standing by the window for a long while, watching the evening gradually settle over the quiet neighborhood before finally letting out a soft sigh.From Grandma's sudden declaration that she and Grandpa were returning to Solstice, to their arrival and the relentless questioning that followed, I had barely found a moment to gather my thoughts.Only after speaking with Lucien did something occur to me.Even though I had known from the moment Grandma announced they were coming that I wouldn't be returning to Monarch Park that night, it hadn't even crossed my mind to let him know beforehand.That was entirely my oversight.Whether our marriage was real or not had nothing to do with it. It was simply basic courtesy to let the person I was living with know I wouldn't be coming home for the night.Instead, he had been the one to call and ask where I was.The thought left me feeling even more apologetic than before.When I returned, I'd have to apol
LUCIEN“I plan to skip the engagement ceremony and move directly to your marriage with Noemie.”My mother, Vivienne Blackthorne, delivered the decision out of the blue as we ate dinner at my place.My hands paused briefly over the steak knife—only for a fraction of a second—before I resumed cutting
HELENE Rather than being stumped by my questions, Camille smiled.“I’ll answer your questions one by one,” she said calmly. “First—Lucien.”“You don’t want to marry him? But Helene, at the very least, you’re familiar with him. He’s cold, yes, but he’s also known to be a gentleman.”She tilted her
HELENEOutside the house, I reached into my bag for my car keys and headed toward the garage.A fleet of flashy, expensive cars sat neatly parked beneath the lights—their sleek silhouettes polished to perfection. Among them, one stood out like a sore thumb—a gray Toyota Camry.Mine.I’d bought it w
HELENEAmidst my confusion, I heard Camille speak.“From what I can remember, this engagement wasn’t originally supposed to fall upon Noemie. In fact, Lucien and Helene were the better match, with their ages being almost the same…”Her words Instantly pulled all of us back into old memories.Indeed







